There are few better ways to spend a Friday night than to go out for a few cheap happy hour drinks with a friend, and then come home, nestle into some comfy clothes, and get deeeeply embedded with a good book. Yes, I am a hardcore homebody.
I also can't say enough about J. Robert Lennon's The Light of Falling Stars. The characters are flawed and beautiful and human. His way with language is so simple and yet so affecting. Gotta stop blogging. Must. Keep. Reading.